The age of heroes was at an end. Besieged on all fronts by the barbarian hordes, countless good men had given their lives in defence of their homeland. As the war came to a close, the remnants of the Legion, worn and weary by endless war, were recalled to the Capital. There, with their homes and their families on the line, they stood ready for battle.

There would be no peace talks, no prolonged siege, no mercy. Only the swarms of raging barbarians beating at the gates.

Out-manned and outflanked, bruised and bloody, the last of the Legion nonetheless stood ready to fulfill their charge. Today, their kingdom would fall. It would fall but oh, the cost would be great.